"Pilot": 12-31-08

INT. BAR – LATE AFTERNOON

Establishing shot of the bar. It is dimly lit, but bright enough to tell that it is midday outside.

The camera is on the door as Devereux steps inside and stops. She looks over the patrons, most of whom ignore her. A few of the men (and perhaps one or two of the women) do notice her appreciatively.

Medium shot as she looks at the interior and then she sees who she came looking for.
The camera follows her as she walks toward the bar. With the way the bar is lit, it is not clear who she is approaching until she is standing in front of him. Her body language clearly indicates that she is not happy. Before she can speak, she is interrupted.

RUSTY
(slightly slurred)
Hiya, Chrissie!

Reaction shot of Devereux. She is angry, but does not want to make a public scene.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
Come on! Have a drink. We need to celebrate!

Rusty raises his glass in an unsteady toast before downing it.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
(nearly mumbling)
Nasty stuff . . . worse'n that rotgut on Sappoula Nine.

DEVEREUX
(tightly)
Chief.

RUSTY
(ghost of a smile)
Captain.

Devereux pauses, aware that they are drawing glances from some of the other customers.

DEVEREUX
Come on, Chief. Time to go.

Rusty stares at her. He blinks several times as if having trouble focusing. He addresses Devereux with deliberate calm.

RUSTY
I'm not going back, Captain.

Reaction shot of Devereux. Her expression is a mix of anger, frustration, and surprise.

DEVEREUX
(calmly)
It's not a matter of choice, Chief. We can't stay here. (half beat) None of us can stay here.

RUSTY
(almost sneering)
Why not? There's nothing for me there.

DEVEREUX
(gently)
There's nothing for you here either.

RUSTY
(mildly belligerent)
You're wrong. (smug smile) I know the future. I can do anything here.

Devereux studies him for a moment, her anger fading.

DEVEREUX
You can't, Rusty. You know you can't . . .

RUSTY
(grinning)
I knew you were going to say that! See? I do know! (seriously) This timeline is already all fragged up. What difference does it make if I stay or go?

Reaction shot of Devereux as she considers her answer.

DEVEREUX
(quietly and firmly)
It makes a difference to me.

RUSTY
(quiet snort)
As my Captain?

DEVEREUX
(quietly sincere)
As your friend.

Rusty looks at her as if surprised by her statement.

Closeup of Rusty as he considers this.

RUSTY
(muttering loudly)
Didn't have that opinion on Argol Nine.

Reaction shot of Devereux, who responds as if struck.

It takes her a long moment to recover.

DEVEREUX
(voice hard and firm)
As your Captain, then. (beat) Prepare for departure . . . Chief Engineer.

Rusty stares at her. His lips move as if he is trying to say something, but we hear nothing.

Rusty looks toward the bar, stares at it for a while, and then looks back at Devereux.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-30-08

INT. RAYNES WORKSHOP - MORNING

Devereux, Elizabeth, and Hope are in the workshop. There is a large crate that holds the completed prototype drive.

A few feet away sits a second, partially complete prototype. It is less completed than when the original was seen.

DEVEREUX
Is it ready to go?

ELIZABETH
The Chief says it's all secure and ready for transport. He says we shouldn't have any trouble integrating it into your systems.

Devereux looks at the partially completed second drive.

DEVEREUX
What about that one?

ELIZABETH
We've left the modified schematics. (frowns slightly) It's not as finished as the one we started with, but Thad said that he and Scott could finish it up on their own. (slight smile) I think he wants that sense of accomplishment.

DEVEREUX
(smiles)
I think you're right.

Devereux looks around the workshop and begins to frown.

DEVEREUX (CONT'D)
(frowns)
Where is he?

ELIZABETH
(slightly concerned)
The Chief? I haven't seen him, Captain. Not since this morning.

DEVEREUX
(to Hope)
Have you seen him?

HOPE
No, Captain.

DEVEREUX
(with growing urgency)
Find him. Locate his comm transponder.

HOPE
Yes, Captain.

Hope works some controls for several moments before looking up.

HOPE (CONT'D)
He is located.

Devereux walks over and looks down at the display. Her expression darkens with tightly restrained anger. She looks at Hope, who stares back with her usual calm expression.

The camera is behind Elizabeth as Devereux exits. Elizabeth swallows nervously before turning to look at Hope, who only looks back at her.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-29-08

SCOTT'S BEDROOM – NIGHT

The room is dimly lit.

Scott and Devereux are in bed. They are snuggled close together. Each appears lost in their own thoughts.

There is a long silence before anyone speaks.

SCOTT
(quietly)
I guess you can go home now . . .

DEVEREUX
(somewhat flatly)
Yes.

SCOTT
I wish I could go too. But I know the reasons why.

DEVEREUX
It's not possible.

SCOTT
Yeah, I know.

DEVEREUX
(choked)
Scott . . .

Scott stares at her, unable to speak.

DEVEREUX (CONT'D)
(whispers)
In a few days . . .

Devereux stares back at Scott. It is not clear whether she wants to cling to him or flee. Scott waits, swallowing hard.

SCOTT
We have now . . .

DEVEREUX
(nods slowly)
We have now.

Devereux reaches for Scott, almost desperately. She kisses him forcefully, purposefully. It takes only a moment before Scott returns in kind.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-28-08

INT. RAYNES LAB – NIGHT (CONT'D)

There is a pause while Elizabeth continues to monitor the readings. Rusty stares at the prototype, his expression one of pride and confidence. The others watch with mixed expressions of anticipation and concern.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
Shall we take it up to full?

He looks from Devereux to Thad and then to Scott. Scott nods silently, cautiously.
Rusty adjust the controls again. The hum becomes much louder now. Any irregularities in its pattern are much more apparent.

ELIZABETH
There's some new variances, Chief. The resonance buffers, I think.

RUSTY
(nods confidently)
I expected that. You can compensate for that if you need to once you've installed it on the ship.

Elizabeth checks her displays again, looking somewhat skeptical.

ELIZABETH
The discontinuity field seems to be stable . . .

RUSTY
(casually)
It's fine, it's fine.

THAD
(shouting)
Can we shut it down now?

Rusty looks confused for a moment and then grins.

RUSTY
Oh, sure. (beat) Nice and easy, Lizzie.

Elizabeth nods in acknowledgment and watches the displays around her.

The hum decreases slowly, but within a few seconds it becomes quiet enough that people can speak without shouting.

There is a long moment of silence as the noise ceases.

Devereux suddenly smiles and reaches out for Scott's hand.

DEVEREUX
Congratulations, gentlemen. You've successfully bench-tested the first prototype faster-than-light drive.

SCOTT
(puzzled)
But . . . you finished building it.

THAD
(grinning widely)
But we designed it, bro! Even before they showed up, we designed it. They just tweaked it a bit so it would work.

Scott looks at Thad. Reluctance to believe is clear on his expression.

RUSTY
That's right. (slaps chassis) This is the official Raynes FTL engine version one.

DEVEREUX
(gently)
They're right, Scott.

Scott turns toward Devereux, his expression serious, but listening.

DEVEREUX (CONT'D)
None of this would have happened if it weren't for you and your brother's work.

Scott thinks this over, his expression changing slightly.

SCOTT
It sounds . . . strange when you put it that way.

Devereux stares at Scott for a moment before understanding. She smiles at him.

DEVEREUX
Yeah, I suppose it does.

THAD
(eagerly)
You know we need to celebrate this! (frowns) I don't think we have any champagne stashed away.

RUSTY
How about beer? Whiskey?

SCOTT
I'd settle for sleep.

There is an awkward moment of silence.

THAD
(reluctantly)
Yeah, I guess it is pretty late. We can always run out and get some tomorrow.

Elizabeth and Janusae seem somewhat disappointed, but neither one says anything.

RUSTY
Yeah. You go hit your bunks and I'll clean up down here.

Elizabeth and Thad eye Rusty suspiciously.

ELIZABETH
You sure, Chief?

RUSTY
Yeah, I'm still on ship's time. (beat) I'll run a few more diagnostics and then grab a cat nap.

HOPE
I will assist.

Rusty fixes Hope with an annoyed stare.

RUSTY
Oh. Joy.

SCOTT
I don't know. Maybe we should . . .

DEVEREUX
It'll be fine, Scott. (smiles) Hope'll keep on eye on him.

Scott looks at Hope and then back at Rusty. After a moment, he nods tiredly.

SCOTT
Okay, but call us if you find anything.

RUSTY
You betcha.

Thad exits the workshop with Elizabeth and Janusae close behind him. Scott and Devereux follow.

There is a moment of silence before Rusty looks at Hope.

RUSTY
Don't you have something better to do right now?

HOPE
Yes.

RUSTY
Then go do it.

HOPE
My orders are to observe you.

RUSTY
Oh boy. Like one of your lab specimens.

HOPE
No.

RUSTY
(puzzled)
No?

HOPE
They behave in predictable patterns.

Rusty pauses a moment to consider Hope's statement.

RUSTY
That's harsh, Hope. Harsh.

HOPE
An observation only. No judgment was intended.

RUSTY
Right.

Rusty gives Hope an annoyed looks and begins gathering some of the tools laying around.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-27-08

Montage of scenes of the prototype being worked on and issues being discussed:

Thad and Rusty laughing as they work and also over beers and other drinks at night.

Scott and Devereux working on the schematics and occasional hands-on work, with occasional smiles and glances that are hidden from no one.

Other scenes with Elizabeth, Hope, and Janusae performing various tasks.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. RAYNES LAB – NIGHT

Devereux, Rusty, Hope, Elizabeth, Scott, Thad, and Janusae are all present. The prototype appears to be sealed and completed, with an array of tools still scattered around it on the workshop floor. A small number of cables run from various points on it to testing equipment that Elizabeth is operating nearby.

It is difficult to tell the hour from the lighting, but the postures and expressions of everyone present show their fatigue, that they have been working long hours.

THAD
I think we're ready.

Thad looks toward Rusty who grins in response.

RUSTY
As ready as we'll ever be in this place.

Scott scowls at the perceived insult. Devereux gives him an encouraging smile. Scott lightens somewhat.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
Ready, Lizzie?

Elizabeth smiles brightly through tired eyes.

ELIZABETH
Ready, Chief.

Rusty looks toward Devereux. Devereux exchanges glances with Scott.

SCOTT
If Rusty think we're good to go . . .

HOPE
I advise caution.

RUSTY
(after making a rude noise)
You wouldn't raise on three aces.

Thad chokes back a laugh. Hope regards Rusty blankly. After a moment, Rusty shrugs and approaches a set of controls. He looks toward Janusae.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
Pay attention, history lady, because you're about to witness it.

Janusae responds by staring intently at the prototype. Her intensity is almost comical. Rusty rolls his eyes slightly.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
Whenever you're ready, Cap'n.

Devereux looks at Rusty and then turns to Scott and smiles.

DEVEREUX
This is their moment, Chief.

It takes a moment, but Scott then smiles back at her. Thad smiles as well, but something in his eyes betrays his unease over Devereux's attention to Scott. Rusty grins, looking something like a proud father.

Scott exchanges a look with Thad, his smile fading slightly at Thad's expression. He lingers a moment and then turns to the others.

SCOTT
Begin power-up sequence.

Rusty activates a control and a low hum begins from the prototype. Elizabeth studies the displays and instruments near her.

RUSTY
You all might want to step back.

The others exchange uncertain glances.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
(grins)
Just in case . . .

Thad laughs. Devereux gives Rusty a mildly sharp look. But everyone does take several steps backward.

ELIZABETH
Well within specs, Chief.

RUSTY
(grins)
Told you. (beat) Increasing throughput to one half.

Scott looks slightly alarmed. If Rusty notices, he ignores it.

The hum grows louder and the indicators become more active.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
(louder, over the noise)
How are we doing, Lizzie?

ELIZABETH
Still good. (beat) There's a minor fluctuation in the quantum waveguide, but we've seen that before.

RUSTY
(frowns)
Yeah, but thought I'd fixed that.

Rusty kneels down, opens one of the panels, and reaches inside.

THAD
(concerned)
Should he be doing that?

DEVEREUX
(smiles reassuringly)
He wouldn't do it if he didn't know how it would turn out.

This statement draws a quizzical look from Thad and a mildly confused one from Scott.
Rusty makes some adjustments and stands back.

RUSTY
How about now?

Elizabeth checks the equipment displays.

ELIZABETH
(smiles)
Better, Chief.

Rusty looks inordinately pleased with himself.

RUSTY
Of course it is.

There is a pause while Elizabeth continues to monitor the readings. Rusty stares at the prototype, his expression one of pride and confidence. The others watch with mixed expressions of anticipation and concern.

"Pilot": 12-26-08

INT. RAYNES WORKSHOP - DAY

Scott opens the door, leading Devereux, Rusty, Elizabeth, Hope, and Thad into the workshop. Thad, Scott, and Elizabeth are carrying the crates of Rusty's equipment.

Rusty stops on the steps and looks around with amused wonder.

RUSTY
(chuckles)
Wow. The museum looks like nothing like this . . .

Scott and Thad exchange looks.

Devereux looks toward Scott with a slightly embarrassed expression. Scott catches her eye, manages a smile. Devereux smiles back and they look back toward the workshop.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
Glad I brought my own tools along . . .

THAD
(grunting slightly)
Speaking of which . . .

Rusty turns, looking at Thad blankly for a moment, and then notices the strained expressions on his and the others' faces.

RUSTY
Oh, right. (looks around) Ummm. Over there.

Rusty points to an empty space toward one corner of the workshop. He then turns to attention to the prototype drive, walking a wide circle around it, whistling quietly.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
Smaller than I expected.

ELIZABETH
(slightly indignant)
I sent you the specs, Chief.

Rusty grins at her. Elizabeth shakes her head in bemused frustration.

Rusty moves in closer, peering inside various areas of the chassis. He speaks, but seems to be talking as much to himself as the others.

RUSTY
Looks like the compensator isn't wired in quite right. Close though. (beat) Energy exchange buffers look mostly okay, but probably need calibrated.

Rusty stands up and looks over at Elizabeth.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
I can see why you were having trouble with it, Lizzie.

Rusty addresses Devereux, Thad, and Scott.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
There's just a lot of little things wrong--like the flow controls not set for logarithmic expansion--not one big thing. Your basic design is sound.

There is a pause while Rusty realizes what he had said and who he is talking to.

RUSTY
(laughs)
I guess it has to be. (grins) It worked, didn't it?

SCOTT
(seriously)
Not yet.

Rusty gives him a blank look and then a broad smile.

RUSTY
Right. Of course.

Rusty kneels down next to one of the open panels.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
Lizzie, hand me the Khelmann spanner . . . in the small case . . .

Elizabeth opens the specified case and removes a piece of equipment. Rusty looks up at everyone else.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
You all just going to stand around and watch the master at work? Or actually lend a hand?

Thad grins. Devereux looks mildly uncomfortable. Elizabeth laughs and brings the tool to Rusty.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-25-08

INT. RAYNES KITCHEN - AFTERNOON

Scott, Thad, Devereux, Elizabeth, and Rusty enter the kitchen. There is a mixture of excitement and relief. There is an undercurrent of something else as well.

Rusty sees Hope waiting for them. Her expression tells nothing about how she feels about their return.

RUSTY
(to Hope)
Hey, doc. I like the casual look on you.

Hope stares at him for a moment without speaking.

Rusty looks around the kitchen area.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
Is there anything to eat besides field rations? All that piloting and stuff makes a man hungry.

Scott looks at Rusty in disbelief. Thad smiles. He evidently likes Rusty so far.

Scott glances at Devereux, who gives him a quick shrug and nod.

SCOTT
(tentatively)
Sure. I'm sure we can manage something . . .

THAD
(cheerfully)
Yeah! I'm starving. All that racing around . . .

Scott shakes his head in mild disbelief and starts pulling items out of cabinets and the refrigerator.

Each person starts gathering food onto plates or helping get more food out. Rusty and Thad do not even wait to sit down at the table before eating.

Hope stands apart from the others, observing the activity.

SCOTT
(mildly concerned)
Nothing for you, Hope?

HOPE
No.

Rusty looks thoughtful for a moment. He then turns toward Hope with a mischievous expression.

RUSTY
Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen you in the galley . . .

HOPE
No, you have not.

RUSTY
Aerians don't eat?

HOPE
We do.

RUSTY
Only alone?

HOPE
(stares at Rusty)
Aerian feeding habits can be . . . disquieting.

RUSTY
(slightly disconcerted)
I'm sure they are . . .

Rusty takes his plate and, with a quick look at Hope, leaves the room. Hope watches him leave, her expression completely bland.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-24-08

EXT. OCEAN HORIZON - DAY

There is the definite shape of a fast-moving water vehicle heading in their direction. It is not clear if there are marking on the boat or, if there are, what the markings are.

CUT TO:

EXT. RAYNES BOAT

Devereux, Scott, Elizabeth, and Rusty look toward the oncoming vehicle. Although Rusty's expression seems to indicate that he does not particularly understand the situation, he does begin passing items to Elizabeth with greater frequency.

After several moments, he turns and does a quick visual check.

RUSTY
I think that's it.

DEVEREUX
It'll have to be. (to Rusty, sharply) Get on board.

Rusty gives the escape pod one lingering look and then climbs somewhat clumsily into the boat. He drops into the aft seat, with Elizabeth squeezing into next to him. She gives him a wide smile, which he returns somewhat tentatively.

DEVEREUX (CONT'D)
(to Scott)
Can we outrun them?

Scott turns to look at Thad before answering.

SCOTT
We better be able to.

THAD
(grins)
Just watch.

Thad accelerates the boat, knocking people roughly into their seats. The distance between their boat and the other one appears to widen somewhat, but it seems like the other boat is still moving faster.

SCOTT
(shouting)
What about the . . . ?

He is interrupted by an explosive spout of water where the escape pod had been. The pursuing boat hits the spout straight-on. It rocks and then slows, sputtering to a stop.

Scott and Devereux turn to see Rusty holding up a small control. He is grinning broadly. Next to him, Elizabeth breaks into laughter. Thad, still driving the boat and, having missed most of the action, tries to turn to see what all the excitement and laughter is about.

RUSTY
Damned shame. I think my whiskey went down with it.

Both Devereux and Elizabeth give Rusty sharp glances, but his expression clearly indicates that he is teasing them.

Devereux shakes her head in slight reproach. Elizabeth shakes her head as well, but she is wearing a wide smile.

THAD
I'm pretty sure I missed something . . .

Scott pats Thad's shoulder.

SCOTT
Nothing much. Just get us home.

Thad scowls, but does not push the issue. He eases the boat back up to speed.

The boat speeds toward the shore.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-23-08

EXT. OCEAN – DAY

Establishing shot of ocean. The storm has broken, leaving the sky mostly sunny with only the occasional cloud.

A powered boat comes into scene. The camera follows it and moves in close so we see that Scott, Thad, Devereux, Elizabeth, and Hope are on board.

Thad is driving; Scott is in the co-pilot seat. Devereux is seated behind Scott, with Elizabeth and Hope in the other rear seats. Hope looks noticeably uncomfortable.

Devereux leans forward toward Scott.

DEVEREUX
(shouting over the noise of the boat)
He is qualified to pilot this vessel, right?

SCOTT
(nods)
Yeah. We used to do it all the time on the lake by our family cabin.

The boat makes an abrupt surge.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
(laughing)
I didn't say he was good at it!

Devereux glares at him mildly and leans back.

Thad turns toward Scott and grins, clearly enjoying himself.

Elizabeth reaches forward and taps Scott's shoulder, pointing to a device in her hand.

Scott looks, nods, and then gestures to Thad to change direction slightly.

Thad overcompensates deliberately, causing a spray of water in one direction and then another as he finally heads in the direction indicated.

Devereux leans forward again, pointing toward something.

Shot from Scott's POV of a small object bobbing in the water.

The boat moves toward it. It quickly becomes clear that it is the escape pod.

Thad slows the boat carefully until they are alongside the escape pod.

SCOTT
It looks intact.

Devereux nods. She pulls out her communications unit.

DEVEREUX
Chief? Are okay? We're in position alongside you.

Everyone waits in silence. Devereux frowns, raises the communications unit and stops as the top hatch opens.

Rusty's head appears. He blinks in the sunlight. He climbs up and stares down at them.

RUSTY
About time, Captain. The sharks were just here discussing can openers . . .

THAD
(laughs)
I like him.

RUSTY
I could use some help getting the equipment out. (smiles at the others) Don't mind the mess. I wasn't expecting company.

ELIZABETH
(eagerly)
I'll give you a hand, Chief.

Thad gives Elizabeth an odd look.

RUSTY
Thanks, Lizzie. (to Devereux) This should only take a moment, Captain. (looks at Hope) You don't look so good, Doc.

Rusty responds with an exaggerated expression and a mock gasp.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
Don't tell me Aerians can't handle the water.

Devereux quickly turns toward Hope. Hope looks back evenly, but her expression does betray some level of discomfort.

HOPE
I can perform my duties.

THAD
(with a faint air of snideness)
Just make sure you perform them over the edge, not inside the boat.

Scott gives Thad a sharp glare. Thad only shrugs in return, chuckling.

Devereux helps Elizabeth climb onto the escape pod while Scott secures it to the boat with a rope. He stands next to Devereux, waiting while Elizabeth makes her way to the hatch.

The boat rocks suddenly. Not hard, but just enough to throw Devereux off-balance and into Scott's arms. They wait a moment to see if the boat jolts again, but it seems to remain steady.

Devereux gets back to her feet, but not before she and Scott exchange a quick smile.

Medium reaction shot of Thad scowling.

SCOTT
(to Thad)
Keep her steady, bro. I'll open the hold.

THAD
(nods, quietly)
I'll bet you want to open her hold . . .

Thad turns away with a dark expression.

Scott busies himself with opening the cargo hold. He moves a few items aside and then studies the available space.

SCOTT
(frowns)
Christine, how much weight are we bringing on?

Devereux considers for a moment and then calls toward the escape pod.

DEVEREUX
Chief?

RUSTY'S VOICE
(mildly irritated)
What, Captain?

DEVEREUX
How much do you think all your equipment weighs?

RUSTY'S VOICE
With or without the Scotch?

We catch a glimpse of Thad smirking.

DEVEREUX
(mildly, but sharply)
Chief.

RUSTY
(audible chuckle)
About eighty kilos or so.

Devereux looks toward Scott. Scott considers that for a moment, and then nods.

Elizabeth reappears in the hatchway, carrying a small crate.

SCOTT
(to Devereux)
Do those float?

DEVEREUX
(thoughtful)
I don't know . . .

SCOTT
(chuckles quietly)
Then we'd better make sure we don't drop any . . .

Devereux smiles at him and then reaches to take the case from Elizabeth. She hands it to Scott. He places in into the cargo hold and waits for the next one.

Elizabeth climbs back and reaches in for another one. She turns and starts to hand it to Devereux.

THAD
(overtones of concern)
Uh, guys . . .

SCOTT
What's up, bro?

THAD
You might want to hurry . . .

Shot from Scott's POV over Thad's shoulder.

Thad points toward the horizon.

THAD (CONT'D)
I think we're about to have company.

CUT TO:

"Pilot": 12-22-08

INT. ESCAPE POD

The interior lighting flares out for several seconds, and then flicker back on. The status displays take a little longer to come back.

RUSTY
(grumbling)
I hope we're almost done here . . .

CUT TO:

EXT. SKY WITH LIGHTNING HEAD CLOUDS

SFX: Lightning strikes the escape pod, blowing out at least one of its steering thrusters.

CUT TO:

INT. ESCAPE POD

Sparks flare from the overloaded systems. Most of the other systems remain online, but it is now taking a lot more of Rusty's energy to keep the escape pod under control.

RUSTY
Oh, in the name of . . . Emerald Flight, I've taken damage. At least two thrusters have been fried. I'm off-course and . . .

Static answers him from the communications channel.

CUT TO:

EXT. SKY WITH LIGHTNING HEAD CLOUDS

SFX: Escape pod descending toward a swirling ocean.

CUT TO:

INT. SHUTTLE - DAY

Establishing shot of shuttle interior.

RUSTY'S COMM VOICE
(filled with static)
. . . two thrusters have been fried. I'm off-course and . . .

Reaction shot of Devereux.

DEVEREUX
(calm, but with some urgency)
Where is he?

Elizabeth works the sensor controls. We see a display flickering with data, but scrambled.

ELIZABETH
It's hard to tell, Captain . . . the weather system is confusing the sensors. (presses a control) The last clear readings put the Chief at this location on this trajectory.

Shot of a display screen showing a projected course.

ELIZABETH (CONT'D)
(shakes head)
That's the best I can do, Captain. The shuttle's sensors are as well designed as the ship to filter out interference.

Devereux nods. Her expression clearly shows that she did not blame Elizabeth for the inadequate report.

DEVEREUX
Where's he most likely to touch down?

ELIZABETH
(points to display)
Here. About four kilometers out from Key West.

DEVEREUX
(quietly)
Too close. (louder) We'll need to hurry.

CUT TO:

EXT. OCEAN

The escape pod descends, partially under control, into the choppy waters. The water boils until the thrusters are shut down. It bobs heavily in the waves.

CUT TO:

INT. ESCAPE POD

Medium shot of Rusty as the escape pod impacts the water.

The shot settles as he cuts the thrusters.

Reaction shot of Rusty as the shuttle continues to sway.

RUSTY
(unhappily)
Something tells me that this is not California . . .

With an audible sigh, he reaches over and activates the homing beacon.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
Not even a bottle of good whiskey to wait with . . . (eyes the bulkheads) Hell, I'd settle for a bottle of bad whiskey.

He unstraps and begins to check the condition of the rest of the escape pod. He stumbles, swearing quietly, as the craft rocks underfoot from the heavy waves out front.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-21-08

INT. ESCAPE POD

Rusty is in one of the several seats. He is dressed in civilian clothes. A crewmember is checking the restraints. After a moment, the crewmember gives Rusty a thumb's-up and climbs out of the escape pod.

Shot from Rusty's POV of the escape pod hatch closing.

SFX: sound of the hatch being sealed.

The interior of the escape pod goes dark. After a moment, dim emergency-level lighting comes on.

NIGUCHI'S COMM VOICE
You ready, Chief?

RUSTY
Do I really have a choice?

HAWKE'S COMM VOICE
Is there a problem, Chief?

RUSTY
(scowls)
No, sir. All good to go here.

PYRAFOX'S COMM VOICE
Beginning ourrr apprrroach. Stand by. Launch in twenty-six seconds.

Rusty looks around the dim interior of the escape pod. We hear a countdown through the communications channel.

HAWKE'S COMM VOICE
Release escape pod.

CUT TO:

EXT. SPACE

SFX: Close shot of the escape pod detaching from the ship.

SFX: Distance shot of escape moving away from the docking hatch and away from the ship.

CUT TO:

INT. ESCAPE POD

The launch acceleration presses Rusty against the seat. It lasts only a few moments.

The view begins to spin slowly.

NIGUCHI'S COMM VOICE
Escape pod is clear.

The interior lights come up to near-full brightness. The panels at each of Rusty's hands light up and become active.

His hands work the controls and the spinning of the escape pod steadies and stops.

CUT TO:

EXT. SPACE

SFX: Escape pod adjusting its orientation.

SFX: Escape firing thrusters and moving toward Earth.

SFX: The Emerald Flight completing her maneuver and returning to the dark side of the moon.

CUT TO:

INT. BRIDGE
Medium shot from Navigation station toward the Tactical station, including the secondary Engineering station so that Niguchi is in the scene.

NIGUCHI
Escape pod safely away. Readings indicate it's under full control.

PYRAFOX
Launch maneuverrr completed, sirrr. Back at orrriginal position.

HAWKES
Well done, Ensign.

Devereux's face appears on the viewscreen.

HAWKES (CONT'D)
Your package is on its way, Captain.

DEVEREUX
(smiles)
Everything went as planned?

HAWKES
Yes, Captain.

DEVEREUX
We'll inform you once the package has been retrieved. (away from Hawkes) Good job, everyone. Devereux out.

Devereux's face fades from screen.

Medium shot of Hawkes. He might be pleased, but it is difficult to tell.

CUT TO:

INT. ESCAPE POD

Rusty adjusts the steering controls, trying to keep the escape pod on course and level. He is generally successful, but appears surprised that he is having so much trouble.

RUSTY
(mutters)
This is what they get for having me pilot this thing completely sober.

The shuttle bucks suddenly and then settles.

RUSTY
What in the name of Morris . . . ?

CUT TO:

EXT. SKY WITH LIGHTNING HEAD CLOUDS

SFX: The escape passes through the dark clouds. Occasional lightning crackles around it.

CUT TO:

INT. ESCAPE POD
Medium shot of Rusty as he studies several of the status displays in succession.

The escape pod bucks again.

Rusty's gaze is drawn to a blinking indicator.

HAWKE'S COMM VOICE
We've had a bit of luck, Chief. You're passing through an atmospheric disturbance. Its electromagnetic discharges should help keep you from being detected.

RUSTY
You shot me down through the middle of a gaddammed lightning storm?

CUT TO:

INT. BRIDGE

HAWKES
Apparently so.

RUSTY
(mutters a little too loudly)
Could have warned me . . .

HAWKES
We are informing you now.

The escape pad bucks and spins as Rusty continues to fight to maintain control. He snarls silently, casting a narrow-eyed glare toward the ceiling.

CUT TO:

EXT. SKY WITH LIGHTNING HEAD CLOUDS

SFX: Escape pod plunging through the clouds. One impacts the escape pod.

CUT TO:

"Pilot": 12-20-08

INT. INFIRMARY

Rusty enters. The infirmary appears to be deserted. He smiles ready to turn away and leave.

RAMSEY (O.S.)
Chief?

Rusty turns to see Ramsey enter from one of the other chambers. He quickly hides his disappointed look.

RUSTY
(smiles charmingly)
Ensign.

Ramsey smiles warmly in return.

RAMSEY
Lieutenant Hawkes told me to meet you here.

Rusty scowls slightly.

RUSTY
Did the ol' fossil tell you why?

Ramsey gives Rusty a half-frown.

RAMSEY
Yeah. (half beat) Standard pre-flight check.

RUSTY
(with mild relief)
Right. Of course.

Ramsey gives him a brief, odd look.

RAMSEY
Just seems odd. (sigh) Pulled me off a botanical experiment to do it. (beat) I know it's in the regs, but the Captain doesn't usually . . .

RUSTY
(charming smile again)
Then let's just forget the whole thing. Time's wastin'. Got pre-flight checks and all to do.

Ramsey seems to consider this for a moment. Her frown deepens.

RAMSEY
I'd better not. Lieutenant Hawkes expects this report.

Rusty continues to smile at her, but seeing that she is not going to relent, shrugs with mock helplessness.

Ramsey gestures him toward the diagnostic bed.

RAMSEY
You know the routine, I think.

RUSTY
(smiles)
Oh yeah.

Ramsey shakes her head in amusement.

RAMSEY
It'll only take a few moments.

Rusty shifts and fidgets slightly on the table.

RAMSEY (CONT'D)
(with mock reproof)
If you stay still.

Rusty grins back at her and lays back.

Ramsey starts the scan. Rusty's expression betrays just a hint of nervousness.

After several moments, the scan ends. Ramsey adjusts some controls and checks the displays. She smiles at Rusty.

RAMSEY (CONT'D)
You can get up, Chief. We're done.

Rusty sits up and drops somewhat lightly to the deck.

RUSTY
And?

RAMSEY
(distractedly)
Oh, it looks fine, Chief. (half beat) I'll send it to Lieutenant Hawkes right way.

Rusty looks mostly relieved, but he tries to take a peek at the screen anyway.

Ramsey looks at him curiously.

RAMSEY
Is something wrong, Chief?

Rusty gives her a winning smile.

RUSTY
Nah, just checking to see if I really have a heart. (winks) There's been some question.

Ramsey rolls her eyes and gives him a faint smile.

Rusty grins and exits the infirmary.

CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR

Rusty stops outside the closed hatchway. He looks back toward the hatch with a slight frown. After a moment, he continues down the corridor.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-19-08

INT. SCOTT'S OFFICE - DAY

Devereux stands before Scott's desk. Scott looks up at Devereux with a clearly incredulous expression.

SCOTT
You need to go where?

DEVEREUX
(calmly)
Florida. A few kilometers in the open ocean. (hands him the coordinates)

Scott looks at Devereux curiously. He takes the sheet and reads it. His expression indicates no particular recognition of the coordinates.

Scott enters something into his computer, pauses, and then stares back to Devereux with a surprised and bemused expression.

SCOTT
Never simple with you, is it, Christine?

DEVEREUX
(smiles)
Unfortunately. (frowns) Something wrong?

SCOTT
(taps screen)
The Bermuda Triangle?

Devereux looks confused.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
(chuckles)
They've solved all the great mysteries in your century, huh?

DEVEREUX
(genuinely confused)
I don't know what you're talking about, Scott.

Scott gestures her over and points to the screen.

DEVEREUX (CONT'D)
(shakes head)
It looks like a section of ocean.

Scott looks slightly frustrated.

SCOTT
There's tons of stuff written about it: missing planes, missing ships, strange weather patterns . . .

Devereux shakes her head.

SCOTT
(sighs)
Well, if someone else did see your engineer's escape pod splash down there, they might not be too surprised, then.

DEVEREUX
Why not?

SCOTT
(clearly exasperated)
Because a lot of strange stuff tends to happen there.

Scott looks at Devereux, seeing that she is definitely not understanding. After a moment, he shakes his head and turns his attention back to the screen.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
Okay, we need to figure out how to get to your engineer before someone does find him.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-18-08

INT. BRIDGE

Rusty and Hawkes are standing near the navigation station. Pyrafox is seated at the console working the controls.

The viewscreen shows a simulated view of the disc of the moon with the ship moving above the northern polar point overlaid with faint gridlines.

PYRAFOX
(points to display)
We'll make an arrrc over terrrminatorrr herrre, flashing into view forrr only a few minutes. But the additional momentum should rrrreduce the Chief's trrransit time by morrre than a thirrrd.

RUSTY
Leaving the ship more likely to be discovered rather than my escape pod.

PRYAFOX
(uncertainly)
Yes, sirrr.

HAWKES
An acceptable compromise, I think.

RUSTY
(to Hawkes)
And the Captain agrees?

HAWKES
(nods)
She does. (looks toward image on screen) There's nothing remarkable about that area of the moon. As the moon will not visible from Earth, there's little chance that someone will be looking at that particular location.

RUSTY
(skeptical)
Aren't these people new to space travel? Aren't they still "ooh"-ing and "ahh"-ing over every star in the heavens?

HAWKES
(regards Rusty)
They landed their ships on the moon several decades ago. We're in the period in time before moonbase construction was a realistic prospect. It holds little other interest for them.

RUSTY
You seem pretty certain about that.

HAWKES
I am.

Rusty makes a noncommittal noise.

PYRAFOX
Sirrr, we have only a twenty-thrrree hourrr window in orrrderrr to make the attempt. After that, the moon will starrrt to become visible again.

RUSTY
Well then . . . (pushes himself away from the table) I guess that leaves me just enough time to prepare myself for this little journey of discovery.

Hawkes reaches over and grips Rusty's forearm. Although neither Hawke's expression nor the tension in his arm shows it, Rusty's expression indicates that Hawkes grip is quite firm.

HAWKES
You will report to the infirmary.

Reaction shot of Rusty staring at Hawkes.

RUSTY
What for?

HAWKES
To guarantee your readiness for this mission.

RUSTY
(blinks, but does not change expression)
To make sure I'm clean.

HAWKES
(tightly)
Precisely.

Medium shot of Rusty and Hawkes locking gazes.

HAWKES (CONT'D)
I believe we have an understanding.

There is a long pause and then Hawkes visible releases his hold on Rusty's arm. Rusty flexes it with a bit more of a dramatic action than is necessary.

RUSTY
(sourly)
Always happy to have a chat with our good doctor.

HAWKES
Then it's unfortunate that she's dirtside with the Captain.

RUSTY
(brightens noticeably)
Oh. Right.

HAWKES
(regards Rusty coolly)
Ensign Ramsey is expecting you immediately.

RUSTY
(manages a cocky smile)
Well, I don't want to keep her waiting then.

Rusty exits through the hatchway. Pyrafox glances at Hawkes with a mildly questioning expression. Hawkes returns Pyrafox' gaze, but his expression reveals nothing.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-17-08

INT. SHIP'S CONFERENCE ROOM

Medium shot of Rusty standing to one side, looking somewhat smug. Devereux and Hope are visible on the viewscreen.

HAWKES
Are you serious, Captain?

DEVEREUX
Unfortunately, Lieutenant.

HAWKES
Will you be sending the shuttle?

DEVEREUX
(slight frown)
I'd prefer not to. Sending it there and back increases the chances that it will be detected.

HAWKES
(matter-of-factly)
An escape pod.

Reaction shot of Rusty as he hears the suggestion. He is more than startled, not entirely convinced the others are serious.

DEVEREUX
(nods)
Exactly! There would be plenty of room for the Chief and his equipment.

RUSTY
(a little excitedly)
Excuse me! (steps away from the bulkhead) The Chief is rather fond of his equipment and would like to keep it together and in one piece.

Hawkes regards Rusty without a change in expression. Devereux stares at him from the viewscreen, trying hard not to crack a small smile.

HOPE
Life support is more than adequate.

DEVEREUX
They're designed for carry up to eight people for several weeks, if necessary. The hulls are designed to handle reentry orbits.

RUSTY
Okay, this is just one option. There's other ideas . . . (looks around)

DEVEREUX
I'm certainly willing to listen to other proposals.

Rusty, Hawkes, and Hope exchange silent glances. Hawkes' and Hope's expressions are unreadable. Rusty's expression borders on pleading.

DEVEREUX (CONT'D)
I'm listening.

Silence answers her.

RUSTY
Now wait a minute . . . You don't want to use the shuttle because it might attract attention. (beat) You don't think someone might notice an escape pod plummeting dirtside . . .

HAWKES
(nods)
You will have propulsion and guidance systems.

RUSTY
(stares)
And that won't get noticed how?

HAWKES
(calmly)
It will have to be carefully planned. (to Devereux) Its power systems cannot support a camouflage field.

DEVEREUX
That's a problem. Even if they think it's just a meteorite, they'll still track it. (beat) How likely are they to do more than just track?

HAWKES
It will likely depend on how curious they become. (beat) Landing it in the ocean would greatly decrease any changes of it accidentally being discovered before it self-destructs.

RUSTY
(alarmed)
Self-destructs?!

HAWKES
We can't take the chance it might get discovered at a later time.

RUSTY
And how am I supposed to get back?

DEVEREUX
There's room in the shuttle.

Rusty glances around at the faces around the room and displayed on the screen.

RUSTY
Where? The cargo bay?

Devereux gives him a mildly sharp look, but it is also evident that she is trying not to laugh.

DEVEREUX
If there's room. Otherwise, we'll have to secure you to the hull.

Rusty is not amused.

DEVEREUX (CONT'D)
I think we're going to have to rely on some luck here, gentlemen.

Neither Hawkes nor Rusty look comfortable with that statement.

DEVEREUX (CONT'D)
Work out a plan and report back in two hours.

HAWKES
Yes, Captain.

DEVEREUX
Devereux out.

The viewscreen goes blank.

Rusty gives Hawkes a dubious look.

RUSTY
She can't be serious?

Hawkes stares evenly back at Rusty.

HAWKES
(flatly)
The Captain has given us our orders.

RUSTY
(rolls eyes)
Oh boy.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-16-08

INT. BRIDGE

Hawkes is at the Tactical station. He is engaged in conversation with some on the intercom.

HAWKES
That's . . . unfortunate. And unexpected.

DEVEREUX'S COMM VOICE
Yes, quite.

HAWKES
What do you intend to do?

DEVEREUX'S COMM VOICE
Nothing.

Hawkes appears mildly surprised.

HAWKES
I see.

DEVEREUX'S COMM VOICE
You disagree?

There is a brief pause as Hawkes determines his response.

HAWKES
Quite the contrary, Captain. I believe it's a wise decision.

DEVEREUX'S COMM VOICE
It's right one. I think . . .

A lengthy pause follows.

DEVEREUX'S COMM VOICE (CONT'D)
I'll contact later today per schedule.

HAWKES
Very good, Captain.

DEVEREUX'S COMM VOICE
Devereux out.

Hawkes pauses a moment, looking down at the intercom display. A slight frown crosses his features.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. RAYNES OFFICE – NIGHT

Establishing shot of the office from the doorway. The room is lit only by a single task light at the desk.

Devereux sits at the desk, working over some sheets of paper and a few data pads from her own time.

We hear footsteps behind us.

Devereux looks up.

Wider shot as Elizabeth enters the room.

DEVEREUX
(smiles)
What's up, Lieutenant?

Devereux's smile fades at whatever expression is on Elizabeth's face.

DEVEREUX (CONT'D)
(frowns)
Is there a problem?

Close shot of Elizabeth.

We see her conflicted emotions as she starts to speak.

ELIZABETH
(quietly)
I can't do it, Captain.

Reaction shot of Devereux studying Elizabeth.

DEVEREUX
Do what, Lieutenant?

Medium reaction shot of Elizabeth as she looks uncomfortable.

ELIZABETH
I can't modify the drive. (sighs) Not enough. (looks at Devereux) We need the Chief.

Reaction shot of Devereux as she considers this.

DEVEREUX
(slowly)
That might not be possible.

Close shot of Elizabeth looking embarrassed and defeated.

DEVEREUX (CONT'D)
(to Elizabeth)
You're certain?

ELIZABETH
(unhappily)
Maybe. Eventually. (sighs) The Chief could do it a few hours.

Medium shot of Devereux at desk. She is not angry, just accepting Elizabeth's report
as fact.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-12-08

INT. THAD'S BEDROOM – NIGHT

The room is dimly lit. Thad is lying on the bed, but it is not clear whether he is sleeping or not. On the nightstand is a small medical monitoring device clearly not from the present.

The door opens, allowing in a little additional light. A figure pauses at the doorway. After a moment, it steps further into the room, revealing Elizabeth. She stares at Thad. Her expression clearly conveys her inner anguish.

Thad turns to face the doorway.

THAD
Elizabeth? (beat) What do you want?

His voice is hoarse. It is not clear whether he is irritated by her presence or not.
Elizabeth shifts uncomfortably before taking another hesitant step forward.

ELIZABETH
(quietly)
Thad . . . I . . .

After a moment, Elizabeth breaks down. She remains standing in the doorway, but she cries audibly. If she says anything through her sobs, it is not immediately understandable.

Thad stares at her in the darkness. After several moments, he speaks.

THAD
(softly)
Elizabeth . . .

Elizabeth interprets this as an invitation and runs to his bedside. She seats herself on the edge, still crying, but not as hard.

ELIZABETH
This wasn't supposed to happen.

THAD
(with quiet suspicion)
What wasn't?

ELIZABETH
Any of it.

Thad starts to sit up. He winces slightly as he shifts position.

ELIZABETH
Are you in pain? Do you want me to call Hope?

THAD
(quietly, but sharply)
No!

Thad settles back onto the bed.

THAD (CONT'D)
Actually, it doesn't really hurt. (beat) But it's starting to itch like hell.

Elizabeth gives a quiet laugh.

Thad stares at her with mild irritation. After a moment, he gives a small smile and gives a quiet laugh as well. He looks quite charming with Elizabeth again, but definitely still wary.

THAD (CONT'D)
(seriously)
You could have warned me.

ELIZABETH
I didn't know.

THAD
(frowns)
Guess you didn't do all your homework on me, huh? (expression hardens) Was this supposed to happen to Scott?

ELIZABETH
(shakes head)
It wasn't supposed to happen at all.

Thad gingerly touches the bandages on his chest.

THAD
Believe me, I wish it hadn't.

Elizabeth's expression turns serious. She seems about to speak when there is a quiet tap at the doorway.

Scott stands there, peering into the dimly-lit room.

SCOTT
Elizabeth?

Elizabeth looks at Thad, but sees nothing in his expression telling her to stay. She looks vaguely hurt, but hides it quickly.

ELIZABETH
I was just leaving. (lamely) He needs his rest.

Elizabeth exits. Scott watches her the entire time as she leaves. He waits, looking at Thad without speaking.

THAD
You going to come in, bro? Or just continue to stare at my awesome bod?

Scott manages a weak smile. He steps into the room and stands next to Thad's bed. He looks down at Thad, but cannot seem to manage to say anything.

THAD (CONT'D)
You're a man of few words today, bro. (beat) More than usual, I mean.

Scott gives an audible sigh.

THAD (CONT'D)
Spill it, bro.

SCOTT
(shrugs)
Nothing to tell.

Thad eyes Scott suspiciously.

THAD
Uh huh.

An awkward moment of silence.

SCOTT
(hesitantly)
I'm sorry, bro . . .

THAD
For what? (beat) You're not the one who decided I needed carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey.

SCOTT
(frowns)
No. (beat) But they're trying to get to me. They couldn't, so they sent a message with you.

THAD
I told you you needed to get out more.

Scott gives Thad an irritated glance.

THAD (CONT'D)
Are you sure?

SCOTT
(frowns)
Sure about what?

THAD
That they're after you. (meets Scott's eyes) How do you know they're not after your new space-age girlfriend?

Scott reacts with considerable surprise.

SCOTT
How . . . ? How could they know?

THAD
(shrugs weakly)
They found their way here, why couldn't someone else?

Scott looks skeptical.

Thad almost laughs out loud.

THAD (CONT'D)
Bro, you're not the kind of guy who makes these kinds of enemies. (beat) I'm not sure you make any kind of enemies. You're too decent.

Scott give Thad a mock look of annoyance.

SCOTT
Maybe a jealous boyfriend?

THAD
Could be. Although it seems a little extreme to make the point. And why the message?

SCOTT
(shrugs)
Good question.

A moment of awkward silence. Scott sighs aloud again.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
Bro . . . I . . .

Scott hesitates and then comes to a stop. He open his mouth to speak again when there is a sound at the doorway. Both Thad and Scott look to see who it is.

Hope stands in the doorway.

Thad's expression clearly conveys his displeasure.

THAD
(dramatic sigh)
Bro, why don't you just move me to the couch in the living room? Less traffic there . . .

Scott stares at Thad for a moment before giving a quick smile.

HOPE
I will check his healing.

Hope steps into the room and stands in front of Scott. Although there is little in her expression or posture to indicate, it becomes obvious that she is waiting for Scott to leave.

Scott gives Hope a quick glance and then heads for the door.

SCOTT
Make sure you follow the doctor's orders, bro. Say "ah" and all that.

Scott manages a more genuine smile at Thad's look.

THAD
She's going to try to eat me, I know it.

SCOTT
(with a mock grin)
I always wanted to be an only child.

Hope breaks the suddenly lighter mood when she speaks.

HOPE
He requires rest.

Scott and Thad's smiles fade.

SCOTT
I'll check in on you later, bro.

THAD
Sure thing.

Scott exits the room, taking a quick glance back at Hope and Thad.

Hope moves toward Thad, her hand reaching toward the bandages.

HOPE
I do not consume human flesh.

Thad watches her as her other hand produces the portable medical scanner.

THAD
Good to know . . .

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-09-08

INT. SCOTT'S OFFICE – MORNING

Devereux, Hope, and Elizabeth are present. The door is closed.

ELIZABETH
(agitated)
There's no record of anything like this happening, Captain.

Devereux regards Elizabeth with concern.

HOPE
Confirmed.

Devereux looks at Hope, back at Elizabeth, and then at the closed door.

DEVEREUX
But it did. (gestures toward door) There's proof.

ELIZABETH
Not in our timeline, Captain. (frowns) I don't see how all of the history books could have missed something like this.

Devereux frowns and looks away from the others.

DEVEREUX
(softly)
They wouldn't have.

There is a long pause before anyone speaks.

ELIZABETH
(quietly)
What do we do, Captain?

DEVEREUX
Nothing. We do . . . nothing.

Elizabeth reacts with surprise. Hope looks at Devereux, but her expression reveals nothing.

ELIZABETH
(taken aback)
Nothing?

DEVEREUX
Nothing.

ELIZABETH
But, Captain, it's not even our timeline! If we . . .

DEVEREUX
If we do anything, Lieutenant, we don't know what the consequences might be.

ELIZABETH
We've already done something. We've . . .

Devereux shoots Elizabeth a warning look. Elizabeth stops, but does not break eye contact immediately.

There is a knock at the office door. There is a pause as Devereux glances at Elizabeth and Hope's expressions. A second knock sounds.

DEVEREUX
(flatly)
Come in.

Scott enters, peering through the partially open doorway. His expression shows that he senses some of the lingering tension.

SCOTT
Am I interrupting? (beat) I can come back.

There is a brief silence.

DEVEREUX
No, we were finished.

Scott's expression shows his reluctant acceptance of her statement. He waits while Elizabeth exits the office. Elizabeth glances back quickly at Devereux from the doorway before leaving completely.

Hope exits, passing by Scott without looking at him.

SCOTT
(with forced light-heartedness)
Ship's business?

Devereux looks at him for a moment before answering.

DEVEREUX
Something like that.

Scott studies her for a moment.

SCOTT
It's about my brother, isn't it?

Devereux looks at Scott for a moment before nodding.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
You know who did this to him, don't you?

Devereux says nothing, obviously fighting with herself what to reveal.

SCOTT
(with mild anger)
Don't you?

Devereux meets Scott's eyes directly.

DEVEREUX
No.

Scott stops. His expression shows a mix of anger and confusion.

SCOTT
(sharply)
No? "No" what?

DEVEREUX
No, we don't know who did it.

Scott stares at her in shocked disbelief. He tries to speak, but it takes him a few tries to find his voice.

SCOTT
How can you not know? I thought your historians had every part of my and Thad's lives mapped out since conception? How the hell could they miss something like this?

DEVEREUX
(quietly)
They didn't.

Scott stares at her. After a moment, the anger fades from his eyes.

SCOTT
What do you mean?

DEVEREUX
They didn't miss it. (beat) It never happened.

Scott lets Devereux's statement sink in.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-06-08

INT. RAYNES KITCHEN – NIGHT

Scott carries Thad toward the table. The others follow behind him.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
(over his shoulder)
There's some sheets and towels in that top cabinet over there.

Devereux notes the direction that his head points and heads for the cabinet. She reaches in and grabs a sheet and several towels.

Ahead, Elizabeth and Hope reach the table. There are a few items scattered on it. Elizabeth starts clearing them off while Hope removes additional items from the pouches at her waist.

After the table is cleared, Devereux hurriedly tosses the sheet over the table. Scott places Thad carefully on top. Thad still moans quietly, but remains still.

HOPE
Water. I will need to clean the wounds.

Scott looks surprised and then realizes what Hope said. He grabs one of the towel and wets it in the sink.

He returns and hands it to Hope. She begins to swab away some of the blood. She works carefully, but deliberately.

After several moments, she had cleared some of it away and signals for another towel.
Devereux places a hand on Scott's shoulder.

DEVEREUX
(softly)
I've got it.

Devereux takes care of this one and as Hope continues to work, they realize that Thad's shirt has been sliced and shredded.

HOPE
It must be removed.

Scott looks down at Thad's battered body before speaking.

SCOTT
Yeah . . . I think there's some scissors around here somewhere.

He rummages through several drawers before holding up a beaten-looking pair of scissors. He holds them out to Hope. She takes them, giving them a quick glance.

HOPE
Adequate.

She then proceeds to cut through the torn remains of Thad's shirt. It comes away in strips, having already been pretty well shredded.

Scott brings out a garbage can from the kitchen and places it next to the table. Hope shakes her head once.

HOPE (CONT'D)
Possible evidence.

She gathers the bloody strips into a neat pile at one edge of the table. She then continues to wipe away the blood on Thad's chest. After several moments, she stops and looks up at Devereux and Scott.

HOPE (CONT'D)
The pattern appears deliberate.

DEVEREUX
You said that before.

HOPE
I was inaccurate. The wounds were not meant only to injure.

ELIZABETH
I don't understand.

Hope steps back, having cleaned nearly all the blood from Thad's chest.

HOPE
The intent was to communicate.

Scott and Devereux exchange a puzzled look before stepping in for a closer look.

Close shot of Thad's chest. The meaning of the wounds might not be immediately obvious.

SCOTT
(softly)
I'm coming for you, Captain.

Close reaction shot of Scott looking at Devereux. Both have a similar, stricken expression.

Close shot of Devereux as she looks down at Thad. Slowly, she looks back at Scott, who meets her gaze.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-05-08

INT. RAYNES WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

The small warehouse is dark, lit only by reflected light through the windows. We hear a noise at the door. It is a rough, scrabbling noise as if something is trying to claw itself inside.

The door opens suddenly and wide. A shadowed figure stumbles inside, swaying, before crashing to the floor, knocking down items that make a considerable noise.

INT. RAYNES COMMON AREA - NIGHT

Establishing shot of the common area.

Scott, Devereux, and Elizabeth are seated, deep in conversation.

We hear the muffled sounds from the warehouse. Scott seems to hear them first. He rises, but not in a particular hurry. Devereux, and to a lesser degree Elizabeth, look more alarmed than he does.

SCOTT
(muttering)
One of the cats must have gotten in there again . . . Or Thad forgot his key . . .

Devereux and Elizabeth also rise, following him to the door.

Scott punches the security code and opens the door. He peers into the dark warehouse before turning on the lights.

Reaction shot of Scott as the lights come up.

Shot from doorway as Scott rushes to Thad's fallen form.

Shot from over Scott's shoulder at a badly beaten and scarred Thad.

Close shot of Scott as his mouth forms words, but we cannot hear them. His head turns toward Devereux.

SCOTT
(urgently)
Get Hope. Now!

Medium reaction shot of Devereux as she considers whether or not to follow his instructions, whether she should follow them.

She nods toward Elizabeth.

DEVEREUX
Go!

Elizabeth exits through the doorway.

Close shot of Devereux as she drops down beside Scott. Her expression betrays some of the distress she feels at seeing Thad's condition.

Medium shot as Scott turns to look at her questioningly, as if she might hold some answers. Devereux's head shakes slightly, her eyes moving back toward Thad's ravaged body.

We hear light footsteps from beyond them, following by slightly heavier ones.

Hope enters the scene, kneeling over Thad opposite Scott and Devereux. Elizabeth remains in the background, watching. We can see that she is visibly shaken as well.

Hope removes a medical scanner from the pouch at her waist and begins to pass it over Thad.

Thad mumbles something, moves weakly as if trying to turn away from Hope.

SCOTT
(quietly, but sharply)
She's trying to help you, bro . . . Hold still.

Thad's movements lessen slightly, but he does not go completely still.

Hope's movements are purposeful as she scans his body, checking the readings constantly. When she finished with the scanner, she removes an ampoule from her belt and injects Thad in the neck. He sighs and relaxes, but his breathing remains regular.

Hope looks up, addressing Devereux.

HOPE
Numerous severe contusions. Significant blood loss. Several purposeful lacerations.

She returns the items to their places at her waist.

HOPE (CONT'D)
He is stable, but requires considerable treatment.

Scott looks at Devereux, who looks thoughtful in return.

SCOTT
The kitchen?

HOPE
Yes. That facility is sufficiently sterile.

Devereux moves to pick Thad up. Scott places his hand gently, but firmly on hers.

SCOTT
I've got him.

With considerable care, Scott lifts his brother's body. Something in his expression betrays of flash of a memory of another time and place.

The camera moves behind Scott and follows him as he carries Thad toward the kitchen. Devereux and Elizabeth follow behind.

We catch Devereux noticing Elizabeth's reaction for the first time. Devereux frowns, but says nothing.

CUT TO:

"Pilot": 12-04-08

INT. NIGHTCLUB – NIGHT

Thad is seated at a table alone, drinking something out of a medium-sized glass. He looks around the club with mild interest, but his thoughts are obviously elsewhere.

From behind comes a female figure clad in something dark and stylish. As she comes closer, it becomes clear that it is Kendra. Her face brightens as she notices Thad. She seats herself across from him with waiting for an invitation.

KENDRA
Do I know you?

Kendra reaches for Thad's drink, sniffs at it, and then takes a healthy swallow.

KENDRA (CONT'D)
Where've you been? Busy with work and stuff?

THAD
(nods)
And stuff.

KENDRA
(with a semi-playful, semi-serious smile)
New girl, huh?

Thad seems to finally focus on her presence. His eyes notice her outfit and he smiles approvingly. Kendra smiles back, but her eyes still await an answer.

THAD
(sly smile)
Four of them, actually.

Kendra looks both relieved and dubious.

KENDRA
Uh huh.

THAD
It's true. (smiles, meeting her eyes) And one of them's even an alien from the future. Totally hot.

Kendra stares back at him for a moment, trying to hold back her laughter. She fails, laughing gleefully.

KENDRA
(points to Thad's glass)
I don't know what’s in there, but I want a double.

THAD
(grins)
That is a double.

Kendra watches him again for a moment.

KENDRA
(with mock seriousness)
You're just a little strange at times, Thad Raynes. (smiles) I like that in a man.

Kendra waves down a passing server and indicates the need for two more drinks of whatever it was that Thad had. The server nods politely and moves off.

KENDRA (CONT'D)
So . . . where have you been?

THAD
(shrugs)
Busy. Trying to keep my brother out of trouble.

KENDRA
I thought he was the older one.

THAD
(nods)
He is. (beat) He did some time. It gets to him sometimes.

KENDRA
(frowns)
He did time? In prison?

Kendra appears genuinely surprised.

THAD
Huh? (beat) No. In the military. (gives a weak laugh) Pretty close to the same, though, in my opinion.

KENDRA
(mildly puzzled)
But he volunteered for it, didn't he?

THAD
(nods)
Yeah.

KENDRA
(seriously)
I'm sure he had a good reason.

THAD
If he did, he's never really explained them to me.

Kendra frowns slightly. Their drinks arrive and she pulls hers closer in silence.

After a moment, Thad lifts his glass and faces her, giving her a playful grin.

THAD (CONT'D)
Of course, there are some things, like my incredible hotness, that cannot be explained.

Kendra nearly spills her drink as she starts to laugh. Thad smiles at her as he takes a drink.

KENDRA
Maybe it’s something we need to explore.

THAD
Looking for uncharted territory?

KENDRA
(smiles slyly)
I doubt I'll find any, but it might be fun to try.

Thad flings his arms out in an overly dramatic gesture.

THAD
Take me! I'm yours!

KENDRA
(smiles, and somewhat quieter)
Not yet you're not.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-03-08

INT. RAYNES KITCHEN – EVENING

Scott and Devereux are seated across from one another at the table. The camera moves in closer, but leaves both of them in the shot.

Scott looks at Devereux, listening to her, but also not entirely there, obviously also thinking about something else.

DEVEREUX
You're not what I expected.

Scott looks toward Devereux in surprise.

SCOTT
What? (beat as she realizes) Oh, the whole time change thing?

Devereux nods, chuckling softly.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
(amused)
You were all set to see me as some kind of . . . well, my brother. (laughs)

DEVEREUX
(smiles, slightly disarmed)
Yes, actually. (thoughtful) But you're nothing like that . . . or what I expected of you, really. The real you.

SCOTT
(uncomfortably)
Oh?

DEVEREUX
(laughs gently, smiling)
Your brother is right. You do take everything too seriously.

Scott looks away, his cheeks flushing slightly. Devereux reaches over and touches, and then gently grips, Scott's.

DEVEREUX (CONT'D)
(quietly, gently)
Scott . . . It's okay. I didn't mean anything by it . . .

After several moments, Scott looks up from their hands and into her eyes. He manages a small smile.

SCOTT
(quiet laugh)
That's okay, Christine. (smiles) You're not what I expected either.

Devereux looks down at her hands where they touch Scott's.

DEVEREUX
(chuckles softly)
I'm almost afraid to ask.

SCOTT
(with a slight smile)
I've never met a starship captain before. (laughs awkwardly) Well, not a real one.

DEVEREUX
(laughs, tilting her head back slightly)
And I've never met a living legend before.

Scott's smile fades.

SCOTT
(shakes his head slightly)
That part is still kind of weird. (looks at Devereux) And you still can't tell me what it is I'm--we're--going to do.

DEVEREUX
(seriously, shaking her head)
No, not yet.

Scott studies Devereux for a moment.

SCOTT
He doesn't like you or trust you.

DEVEREUX
(faint smile)
Yes, I know. (with a small frown) I'm kind of surprised you do.

Scott answers with a small shrug.

DEVEREUX (CONT'D)
Scott, I . . .

SCOTT
(meets her eyes)
I just do. I don't know why.

There is a long pause as Devereux and Scott sit silently with their own thoughts.

SCOTT (CONT'D)
So, what's it like?

DEVEREUX
(frowns)
Hmm?

SCOTT
Being a starship captain . . . hopping galaxies, that kind of thing.

DEVEREUX
(smiles, her eyes not entirely focused)
Like everything you might imagine it is . . . and more.

SCOTT
(earnestly)
Sounds like a lot of responsibility.

DEVEREUX
Yes, it is. (smile fades) But I think you have some idea what that's like.

Scott gives her a wan smile.

Devereux starts to smile again.

DISSOLVE TO:

"Pilot": 12-02-08

INT. BRIDGE

Rusty enters. The bridge is quiet. The duty crew are at their stations, but no one seems particularly busy.

Rusty pauses and then strolls toward the Tactical station.

RUSTY
(playfully casual)
Anything new and exciting this morning?

HAWKES
(evenly)
The Captain has not yet reported in.

RUSTY
(frowns)
Since last night? (beat) And you're not worried?

HAWKES
I spoke with Lieutenant Banks.

RUSTY
Why Lizzie?

HAWKES
The Lieutenant said the Captain was not available.

RUSTY
Oh? Did she say why?

HAWKES
She was not specific. (appears mildly uncomfortable) She only said that Captain Devereux was meeting with Scott Raynes.

RUSTY
(raises eyebrows)
All night?

HAWKES
So it would seem.

RUSTY
(grins)
Sounds like someone down there might be breaking a few regulations.

HAWKES
(stonily)
Several perhaps.

Rusty laughs. He is enjoying Hawkes discomfort as much as the situation he imagines is taking place on the planet.

Hawkes stares back at Rusty. Although his expression does not completely reveal it, it is apparent that is annoyed.

HAWKES (CONT'D)
Have you no duties in Engineering?

RUSTY
(shrugs casually)
Not really. Everything's pretty quiet for the moment. (smiles) Someone'll call me if I'm needed.

HAWKES
(coolly)
Of course.

RUSTY
Besides, I wouldn't want to miss the Captain's report when she does call in.

Hawkes continues to stare at Rusty. Rusty grins back. Hawkes seems about ready to speak when a voice comes over the intercom.

CHOY'S COMM VOICE
Engineering to the bridge.

HAWKES
Bridge. Lieutenant Hawkes in temporary command.

Rusty rolls his eyes.

This is a pause before Choy continues.

CHOY'S COMM VOICE
Lieutenant, is the Chief there? He said he was heading that way.

HAWKES
He is here.

Rusty shrugs at Hawkes, smiling with mock chagrin.

RUSTY
I must have left my comm down there.

Hawkes continues to stare at him. Rusty appears to ignore Hawkes' look. He reaches over and taps the intercom control on the Tactical console.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
What is it, Alicia?

CHOY'S COMM VOICE
Nothing serious, Chief. But we could use your help with one of the manifolds.

RUSTY
Be right there.

Rusty turns to Hawkes and smiles.

RUSTY (CONT'D)
Sorry, Lieutenant. Guess you'll just have to entertain yourself.

Hawkes' expression changes only slightly with increased annoyance. Rusty breaks into a laugh and exits the bridge.

Hawkes stares as the hatch closes behind Rusty. He shakes his head slightly. He then glances around the bridge to see if anyone is reacting to Rusty's presence and departure. From his vantage point, everything appears to be as it should. He turns his attention back to the Tactical console.

DISSOLVE TO:

Ship's Log: November 30

Devereux stood outside the docking hatch, flanked by Rusty and Elizabeth; both were also dressed in their formal uniforms. As annoying and inconvenient as this assignment might be, Devereux could not help but feel a small swell of pride that her ship would be host to an assortment of select VIPs. The scope still felt slight daunting, though. The Emerald Flight had, on occasion, played host to the occasional single party of one kind of ranking official or another, but never to a large contingent of varied ones—particularly a set of which many were on less than cordial terms with each other.

Keeping her eyes on the indicator lights on the docking hatch panel, she heard the faint metallic sounds of the clamps making a hard connection with the Ariel. There followed the barely audible hiss of equalizing pressure and then all of the indicators glowed green.

Devereux nodded to the security officer to her left. She had six of them present, wearing their duty uniforms. Although this was a formal greeting, she thought having her security force dressed for duty might send a clear message to the delegates that their presence was not meant solely for show. The officer entered the access code to unlock the hatch. There was an acknowledging chime and the officer on the other side pulled open the hatch.

An officer in the dress gold of the diplomatic service stepped through. He smiled broadly as he stopped in front of Devereux and offered her a smart salute. Devereux returned the salute with slightly less fervor and then paused a moment, seeing a vague resemblance in the man to someone she knew. His hair was brown, but there something about his eyes that tickled the back of her mind.

"Commander Daniel Rayna," he introduced himself. "If you’d like, you can call me D.B." He continued to smile at her before turning to check out the other crewmember with her. His eyes stopped at her left, his expression stiffening slightly.

Devereux nearly froze, her eyes flickering over to where her Chief Engineer stood. Rusty's expression did little to hide both his surprise and angry contempt for the young officer in front of her. Rayna, she thought, remembering the officer's introduction. That explains the resemblance. She recalled that Rusty's brother was a commissioned officer serving as an attaché in the diplomatic branch, but the connection had escaped her until he had introduced himself.

She swallowed, managing to find her voice. "Welcome aboard, Commander," she said, breaking the quiet of the awkward moment. Silently cursing herself for not reading the briefing files more thoroughly, she expected now that additional trouble was on its way with this new development. There was, she decided, little she could do about it right now.

Commander Rayna grinned at her. She found it surprisingly infectious and yet she found a hint of something almost manipulative in it, too close an echo of his brother for her comfort. He is a politician after all, she reminded herself.

"I trust everything has been prepared according to the specifications you were sent?" he asked. Although he continued to smile, there was a note of caution in his tone that implied that there was only one acceptable answer.

Devereux studied Rayna for a moment before answering. "As best as we can manage, yes," she replied. "You’re welcome to check out the arrangements yourself." Devereux was surprised by the chill that had crept into her tone.

Rayna appeared not notice. "Thank you, Captain," he said. His eyes darted toward Rusty for a moment. "It might be best if I do so," he went on, looking back at Devereux. "Having any of the delegates dissatisfied with their accommodations would not be a good way to begin our brief sojourn together."

Rayna's smile had grown thin and almost condescending. Devereux did her best not to let it affect her. "Whatever you wish, Commander," she said evenly. She turned toward Elizabeth and Rusty. "The Lieutenant here and my Chief Engineer can show you what's been done."

"Your cooperation is appreciated, Captain."

Devereux looked at Rayna for a moment before turning to Elizabeth and nodding. She noticed that Rusty's jaw muscles worked furiously, but he had so far said nothing in his brother's presence. Interesting, she thought, considering the situation. I know they've had their issues. Yet one more thing to check back on, she told herself with a mental sigh. She watched as Rayna trailed Elizabeth and Rusty down the passageway. It occurred to her to wonder who was watching the delegates on board the Ariel. She also wondered whether she might not end up having more trouble with the bureaucrats of her race than any of the aliens.

After a moment, she dismissed all but two of the security guards. She instructed them to remain there and allow no one to depart or disembark from the Ariel without her explicit approval. After exchanging salutes, she left. As she walked the corridor to the bridge, she considered the phrasing of several unkind remarks that she would not share during her next conversation with Colonel Martinez.

Ship's Log: November 29

[after receiving the initial assignment]

Devereux stepped through the hatch into the conference slightly more than two minutes late. She preferred to be the first one to her briefings. She felt it gave her a slight advantage to watch everyone as they came in, a chance to judge their mental and physical state before settling on the final mission assignments. This morning, though, every conversation she had seemed to take several more minutes than it should have. As a result, she arrived late, feeling the lack of her usual few minutes of quiet preparation.

She was pleased, though, to see that everyone was present and already seated. Both Elizabeth and Rusty, although seated apart, had matching mugs of coffee. Hope sat stoically at her usual place to what would be Devereux's left. Across the table, next to Elizabeth, sat Hawkes. He appeared alert and ready, but then Devereux had rarely seen him look any other way. She had seen him begin to show signs of fatigue under constant battle conditions. With faint humor, she wondered how he would hold up in the upcoming situation.

"Good morning," she announced almost cheerfully. Although she had managed to coax herself into a smile as she walked through the hatchway, she suspected that most of those present would realize it for what it was. She felt it was important, nonetheless, to try to portray a positive attitude. Their assignment, she knew, could have been far, far worse.

"Good morning, Captain," Elizabeth responded brightly. She appeared ready, almost eager, to hear their new orders. Hawkes echoed the lieutenant's greeting.

"'morning, Cap'n," Rusty offered a little too cheerfully.

Devereux studied him quickly, but her initial assessment was that there seemed to be little more than an early dose of caffeine running through his system. He gave her a deliberate, cocky smile and then turned his gaze to something more interesting somewhere on the bulkhead behind.

As Devereux seated herself beside Hope, the Aerian officer nodded once to her before turning her attention once more ahead. "Captain."

"Now that we have that out of the way," Devereux began, "I'll presume that you've all guessed that we have new orders." She paused a moment to quickly gauge everyone's reactions. No one appeared particularly surprised by the statement. If anything, Elizabeth seemed to become even more sharply alert. Hope and Hawkes simply sat attentively. Rusty appeared almost smug, trying to hide his knowing smile behind a sip of coffee. Devereux then realized that, had he checked in with Engineering before coming here, he would probably know at least about the course change.

Devereux tapped a control on her tablet and the holographic projector in the middle of the table flickered into life. It displayed a rendering of a large, pleasingly designed vessel. "The Ariel is a chartered transport carrying a group of diplomats to Sagan One for a series of talks." A time and distance log was added at the bottom of the display. "They suffered a drive failure and are unable to make their own repairs at this time."

"We know how that is," Rusty murmured in a tone that was clearly audible to everyone at the table.

Elizabeth shot him a sharp glance. Devereux glanced at him, but gave no reaction. Rusty simply smiled.

"We're supposed to take them to Sagan One?" Elizabeth asked.

Devereux shook her head. "Fortunately, no," she replied, allowing her relief to show in her voice. "Command recognizes that we're not really equipped to ferry the delegates all the way there," she said. "But the nearest other ship is several days away," she went on. "Colonel Martinez thinks it would be a bad idea to just the leave them on a stranded ship for that long." Her lips moved in a faint grimace. "Unfortunately, I have to agree."

A confused expression formed on Elizabeth's features. "I thought we weren't taking them all the way to Sagan One?"

"We're not," Devereux explained. "We're to pick up the delegates and then rendezvous with the Bonaventure, who will take them the rest of the way to the conference in the luxury accommodations that they're used to."

Ship's Log: November 28

[during the tour of the infirmary]

Elizabeth stared, caught speechless, at the scene before her. She had been following along with the tour, supposedly to keep an eye on the delegates and ensure that none of them accidentally wandered off or decided to engage their curiosity on what certain buttons did at some of the stations. Her mind had began to wander, as she was more than familiar with the areas of the ship that the Captain was taking the group through, and she had not been particularly resolute about reining it in.

Although her exposure to the Star Blood had been chiefly limited to some second-hand accounts in the galley and his behavior during this tour, she did not feel she was being particularly unfair in considering him an arrogant waste of ship's air and power. Not that she held the warmest feelings for Hope either, but Hope was part of the crew and the Captain appeared to trust her. From what Elizabeth had seen, it seemed as if Hope might also be the Captain's confidante about many matters, but she really had no solid proof of that. She tried to imagine being a friend to someone so . . . distant.

The sight of the Star Blood and his aides nearly falling to their knees in front of Hope was not only completely unexpected, it was almost surreal. The entire of Hope being treated as some kind of goddess or something was more than strange—it bordered on the surreal. Elizabeth knew the basics about the Aerians—that they were tenuous allies—but had not yet furthered her education about them. With Hope on board, she had meant to, but something else always seemed to come up. Short of a direct order from the Captain to do so, she knew that it was likely she never would have found the time—until now.

She caught Devereux's expression, realizing that the Captain appeared almost every bit as astonished as she was by what was happening in front of them. That stuck her as both unusual and a little bit humorous. With all the trust she seemed to put in Hope, it seemed strange that the Captain would not have a better understanding of Aerian culture and behavior. Maybe, she considered, no one really understands Aerian behavior. Except maybe the Aerians. Judging from Hope's posture (for her expression almost never gave anything away), Elizabeth was not convinced that Hope did either.

The entire party stood in discomfited silence. The Star Blood seemed to say something to Hope, but Elizabeth was too far away to hear it. She thought she saw Hope respond, but what she heard made no sense. She suspected that it might be a native Aerian language, but she had never heard it before, so could not be certain.

Moments passed while the group watched the puzzling drama came to a subdued end as the Star Blood rose from his knees, quiet and looking almost reverent. Gone from his expression were the earlier haughtiness and disdain. He and his companions stood before Hope, but not looking at her, Elizabeth noticed. The group of delegates waited awkwardly, wondering if the ritual—if that is what it was—was over and that it was safe to speak or leave.

No one said a word aloud, but Elizabeth thought she heard some very quiet whispers among the delegates and their aides. It seemed to Elizabeth that Devereux was still trying to make sense of the situation, but also noticed that the delegates were beginning to get restless. Several cast uncertain glances in Devereux's direction, awaiting instructions from her.

Devereux did not seem to notice, so Elizabeth decided to take action before the members of the crowd began to act on their own.

"Captain," Elizabeth announced in a voice that she hoped would get Devereux's attention without sounding insubordinate. "The Chief says that he's ready for us."

Devereux turned and focused on her. The Captain seemed to relax and gave her a subtle, but grateful smile. Elizabeth felt a warm flush of satisfaction—and relief—that she seemed to have made the right decision.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Devereux said. The Captain straightened, regaining her customary posture of self-assurance. She gestured toward the hatchway. "Shall we proceed then?"

The delegates exchanged quick, but mostly silent, glances among themselves and then proceeded past Devereux into the corridor. Elizabeth trailed them, finally ending up standing next to the Captain. Devereux' head dipped in a slight nod, once again indicating her approval of the young lieutenant's actions. After looking back at Hope one more time, Devereux turned and followed the delegates out of the infirmary.

Elizabeth paused a moment as well and also looked back at the Medical Officer. Hope stared back at her, her expression revealing little as always. Elizabeth met her gaze, but after a few moments of learning nothing more, she too left the chamber.